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Ther 'Shattered Idyl.
Miss Desmond was divinely
fair, with her pensive blue eyes,
her great coils of golden hair, and
her complexion of peach-and-cream
that a goddess might envy.
But it was none of these that cap
tivated Prof. Augustus Frederick
Conreid, B. S., Ph.D., LL.D., and
made him neglect his great work
on "Philosophic Tendencies of
the Previctorian Era," in order
that he might be near Miss Des
mond. It was rather the calmly
reflective pose which the lady as
sumed as she sat upon her front
porch viewing the passing stream
of life that held Prof. Conreid.
He was sure that the lady dream
ed of schools of ancient philoso
phy and of the-tendencies of the
For the occasion of proposal
Prof. Conreid donned the long
tailed coat "in which he had lec
tured before the Royal Philosoph
ical society ,and took with him a
copy of his book on "Ancient
It seemed" to'Prof. Conreid that
Miss Desmond looked even more
divinely beautiful than usual. She
sat hand in chin in so delightfully
reflective a mood that he could
not restrain himself.
"Come,, come" he Ibubbled,
"who is it Demosthenes, Plato,
Socrates, what jold-world sage
monopolizes your thoughts this
Miss Desmond glanced up,
smiling ravishingly. "You are
such a kidder, professor," she
protested. "I was wondering if
they would wear purple, plumes
with the new fall turbans."
The professor frowned slight
ly, then chuckled in his stilted
way. "Ho-ho, ho-ho, a merry
quip. The classic Aristophanes
was given to just such."
"Aristo who ?" asked Miss
The professor frowned again,
then produced the Dogma book
and opened it at the first page.
"Of course you are familiar with
my most ambiguous work,' 'An
cient Greek Dogma'?"
"No," she said, "I don't take
any interest in United States
dogs, let alone Greek ones."
"Tut, tut!" admonished the.
professor, beginning to read.
The lady had her eyes tightly -closed.
No doubt she did this to
more thoroughly enjoy the gold
en truths of the book. -The pro
fessor was moved.
"Estimable, 'learned' lady," he
cried, dropping upon his knees,
"in thejmmortal language of tHe
burning Sapho see Guggen
heim's translation of the 14th
Miss Desmond did not opea
her eyes, but nodded her head,
comptehendingly, it seemed to
"Even as. love invaded the gar
den of Eden," continued Prof.
Conreid, "though it would be dif
ficult to assign the edenic flora
and fauna to any known geolog
ic or palaeontologic con"
The lady nodded again, and the
professor, delighted at, his easy
.success, attained his peroration :
"Just as the lowest living en-